Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Qatar and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Chris Corsano to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Pylon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fear,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Underground Resistance,
Derrick Morgan,
Arab on Radar,
Schoolly D,
Qualms,
X-101,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tom Boy,
Slave,
Nas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blake Baxter,
The Golliwogs,
Silicon Teens,
Massinfluence,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun City Girls,
The Cowsills,
The Moleskins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Easy Going,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roxette,
Janne Schatter,
Bronski Beat,
Sugar Minott,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Germs,
The Fugs,
Jacob Miller,
The Blackbyrds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roger Hodgson,
Angry Samoans,
Absolute Body Control,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Theoretical Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joyce Sims,
Josef K,
X-Ray Spex,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cymande,
Television,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Durutti Column,
Nirvana,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Judy Mowatt,
The Pretty Things,
the Sonics,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.